The Part In My Hair

Now that I have lost the part in my hair, I can separate other things in my life a lot more easily. 

Satori

When you get to the top of a climb there comes a time to breathe deep and gather in the air of satori.  I am gathering  the next illusion that keeps me from my delusions. 

Closed Eyes

Close your eyes until you can see with them open.  

The Transporter

The sense of smell is the strongest memory inducer we posess, and along with sight has transported me to my eyes as a child running up the spiral staircase to a railroad flat complete with sweeheart soap and cubed steaks.  

An Itch

She scratches me where I didn’t know I had an itch.  

Breaking Away

I just found out why the dark side of the moon wants to break away from the light side.... and it makes a lot of sense

My Naked Spirit

My thinking side has no clue of what might be ahead,  it often holds my spirits  head under water....I long to break this bond.... sometimes its tighter and sometimes I am free